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Green-eyed child,
To your every look I melt,
Sweet nature,
At every wonder I remember her.

Was it love?
To see in your eyes my virgin jungles?
To see in your smile the very flash of heaven?

Or was it nothing,
To leave with dry lips,
To put more than an ocean between us…

Rose-cheeked child,
Into nothing you melt,
Flooding through the world,
You drowned me.